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• Artiste: Lucksmiths
• Titre: Two Storeys
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Downstairs it's dark most of the time And it's a mess The air is stale with the smell of wine And cigarettes She says she'll clean it up sometime But she forgets She paints her nails and draws the blinds I draw a deeper breath And downstairs she says “I swear I'll cut off all my hair” And every night's the night before Alter a while A breakfast bowl on the bathroom floor A broken tile Red-eyed she stumbles through the door She doesn't smile And neither do I And this is where I live But I know she's on her own This is not my home Upstairs it's a different story Every day's like Sunday morning And the sun begins to shine There's a tree outside my window Brilliant green and golden yellow And that happiness is mine I'm fine